On the morning of

A day I should love

And the start of the Spring

Now my day was snowed in



So I rushed you off the phone

How should I have known

It's the last I'll hear your voice

Telling me goodbye



Pulling a blanket up to cover everyone

All shut out, I was wrapped up in myself

And my guilt



Now I'm not holding on, but I can't let go

Wish my guilt could sit up on a shelf, by itself



While I'll rush you off the phone

How would I have known

It's the last I'll hear your voice

Telling me goodbye, goodbye, goodbye



Never say goodbye



I never should have let you down

How am I going to let this go

Oh no